Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle
 of the night and somebody in yo room. Yo heart starts beating so fast
 you can hear it pumping. The veins in yo temple pulsate as you stare at
 the intruder. Then after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving. So
 finally you let 'em hang and turn on the light and the killer turns into
 yo coat throwed over the chair.
 The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
 three motherfuckers cross the street. Yo senses heighten, reflexes
 sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
 street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
 rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these niggas just
 goin' to the store.
 Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
 God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
 placed in society by opposers of positive existence. Through
 stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification they'll
 turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
 the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
 respect. Death is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
 You know what it is. Peace out.
 1: Andre
 In these troublin' times
 a nigga like me be thinkin' of rhymes
 that makes my quarters nickels
 plus my pennies and my dimes stack
 Don't be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
 Try turning the other cheek
 I understand but never mind that
 Yes Sir guess the light is getting dim
 at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my rims
 I never thought thirty spokes
 could attract too much attention
 I gotta protect my own therefore
 I'm heated just like a kitchen
 full of pots and pan Glocks in hand
 Shots rung out like ringin' the bells
 and then that sucker nigga ran
 Damn, I never thought that it
 would come to this conclusion
 the folks that throwed us
 on them boats should be the one's I'm losin'
 but naw we don't see it that way
 in '94 this is the real no time for play play
 betta believe the playas on the loot
 need to get they head screwed on tight
 when it really get down to the nitty grit
 who gone fight pipe down
 'cause ain't no better time
 to crank it up than right now
 we gots to see rump crum down here
 and I don't hear nobody disagreein'
 Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi
 So don't spend yo whole life
 livin' it for the white
 You got a 9 to 5 and now
 you choose to live it right
 You takin' yo ass to the Army
 'cause you scared of Revolution
 I'm writing everyday to stop that brain pollution
 I got a baby on the way that stress is in my chest
 I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less
 I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday
 So play your fuckin' job
 educated and black I will resort to rob
 2: Big Boi
 See why in the muthafuck
 do niggas be acting up
 Do they want me to grab my shit
 and lettin' that pistol go ruck
 See I be gettin' stuck and stuff
 havin' to knock a nigga out about my clout
 That's not what it's about
 see yes indeed I got that weed
 like Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
 That nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
 and then I bounces
 I got that lyrical flow to make
 a hoe pull up her skirt
 I drunk that herk & jerk boi
 thinkin' of future things to work on
 I got my fuck on and
 then I took my clothes off
 Washed my nuts up in the sink
 and then I got more nuts off
 Cough it's time to be out
 see bein' a pimp is bein' a pimp
 I'm dirtier than the shit
 on the back of a shrimp
 Now ain't that foul
 the way a nigga can spit that style
 My nigga I spit it I did it
 Now suckas need to quit it
 'Cause it's real
 3: Big Boi
 Well it's that nigga that be
 wearing Nautica V-necks
 and Polo sweats
 I got some food up in yo thoughts
 and that cess off in yo chest
 See livin' up in the dungeon
 where we stayed in '93
 see that nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
 that be me
 and when we rock it
 Niggas be jocking just like?
 you snitch I fucked yo bitch
 See and my niggas G'd that hoe
 on the South side of Camelton Road
 No slippin' in this pimpin'
 she was just a horny toad
 See I'm a mystery like the
 killing of Michael Jordan's father
 Was steadily packin' the hoes
 when I worked at Foot Locker
 I'm gettin' higher than learning
 smokin' 'em up and then burning
 East Point is on the map
 and now my clothes is hurtin'
 Now shit done got boring ass
 molin' when excess closed down
 but niggaz kept sewin' shearin'
 stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that missed
 of the folks but some people
 tend to joke about this
 but it's really dead spirits
 You can bet my lyrics
 now ya wonder why that we
 done stopped and got serious
 Wantin' to know where I'm from
 and where I need to be
 Now that I know comfortable
 living give me meat
 Can I get back ya wonder why we split back
 lure us into pitch black dark
 but I sit back and spark
 another one to leave ya discombobulated
 in that dust livin' in a world
 where in nobody do you trust
 Then hush never became a major trade
 but us in major trouble
 'cause we made a too many mistakes
 off in the past
 Thinkin' you could make it this world
 and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (starts here)
 either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind
 repeat (last line is changed to:
 I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah
 Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
 burnin' up that smoke so you can choke on my quotes
 and get my * down yo throat you just don't understand
 youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!